my life's in storage, again
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Vancouver, 2002.08.30
So, my stuff's all back in storage. Every time I dump it all into some box in a warehouse, I have the impression I'll never see any of it again. And yet, aside from a few inherited things, the thought of losing all that stuff never seems to bother me as much as it might.